i cut the ties and i jumped the tracks, for never to return
A ripple of fire raced through Remi, beginning somewhere in his core and simply warbling outwards. His teeth pressed against his husband's back like a lion's might when taking down its prey, though luckily Remi still had the wherewithal not to let his teeth turn into fangs.
"Want me...to what?" It was meant to sound much more coy than it did, the flirtatious edge diluted by the rushing water and the way Remi's breaths were coming in short pants now. On his finger he could feel Ronin's heart beat thrumming out an impatient rhythm that matched his down. But promises of his husband's death had tempered the alchemist enough to want to draw out every single moment, sensation, and pleasure that he could. To make monuments out of their memories that he could hide himself away in, should the need for it ever arise.
Speaking of needsarising though... Remi began to slide a soapy hand down the length of Ronin's torso again. Far too slowly, his hand softly slipped around the length of his husband's erection, though there was no pressure. Just a tunnel far too wide and too soapy for even an ounce of friction.
"Want me...to what?" It was meant to sound much more coy than it did, the flirtatious edge diluted by the rushing water and the way Remi's breaths were coming in short pants now. On his finger he could feel Ronin's heart beat thrumming out an impatient rhythm that matched his down. But promises of his husband's death had tempered the alchemist enough to want to draw out every single moment, sensation, and pleasure that he could. To make monuments out of their memories that he could hide himself away in, should the need for it ever arise.
Speaking of needs
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
